The End and The Death: Volume Two

‘I understand,’ says Ferrus Manus. His lips try to smile, but they fail. His
plate is as fine and immaculate as the day it was made. He has no weapons.
His great bulk is as solid as the stone sarcophagus behind him. Sanguinius
can see the quicksilver gleam of the necrodermis sheathing his brother’s
famous hands.
-The End and The Death: Volume Two